Life is a nine to five prison that no one gets out of alive.
With the dirt brown doors to the reflective wax floors that janitors clean every night after computers lock the building down,
and we fill up the cubicles, dull gray squares were we put the professionals cause that is what they went to school for.
Eight hours on and overtime, a couple smoke breaks, and an intermission for lunch, but I got a sick hunch that this groundhogs day will take me straight to my grave.
So, every morning when I wake up, I take my vitamins, and drink my vegetable gunk, trying to be healthy so, I can hit the gym, and head right back in to my personal work prison.